While reading, I imagined you a phantom, wandering alone in a world of creativity and loneliness. In my opinion, you are least of all no one special. You've walked the streets, turned corners, peered through open doors, and climbed out of windows in search of who you are.

I sense in your writings, that you can be swept up in tremendous feelings as quickly as disappointment. I will follow with curiosity, what is meaningful, something of worth?

Good luck on the streets of life, keep your eyes focused, your face calm, and be prepared to brawl.

You have staggering ability, it is this, I'm sure, that is the phantom.